Every man keeps in his memory an event, which broke his heart or left the indelible mark in his sole – that was the worst day in the life. So I had such a day too.
In the childhood I wanted to have a dog, but unfortunately my parents were against it and they found many excuses not to buy me any pet. As time passed I accepted the fact that I wouldn’t have the dog and even stopped to think about it. Once at my birthday my god-mother came and presented me a basket covered by the brown cloth with white embroidered flowers. When I took off the cloth, I saw a little puppy. He had a very kind and curious eyes like little buttons; he was white with red spots and his muzzle was like in a red mask. I named him Arney. He became my best and the most devoted friend. I took care of him: I fed him, washed and took for a walk twice a day. In return he made me laugh, saw off and met me after school. We even slept together. Many years Arney was a real member of our family. I couldn’t even think that there wouldn’t be Arney in my life. But everything has its end.
It was a usual spring day, it was warm and sunny, and it smelled of fresh green grass and turgid buds. I took Arney for a walk in the park, which was across the street. Nothing meant trouble; we played with a stick in the grass and were already going to return home. When suddenly a black cat appeared and Arney, barking clearly, followed her. It wasn’t the first time but then the cat ran out the busy street. At that moment a lorry went on the street, a cat slipped like a lightning but Arney didn’t manage to do it. The lorry disappeared but my Arney remained to lie on the road. The tears sprang from the eyes, I ran to him and heard a slow breath, and I took him and ran home. When mum opened the door she couldn’t believe her eyes. She wanted to call for a veterinary but it was late. My Arney died on my hands, I cried a lot over his little lifeless body my eyes rained tears. The pain of loss couldn’t be compared with anything. The worst day of my life took away my favourite pet.
In the childhood I wanted to have a dog, but unfortunately my parents were against it and they found many excuses not to buy me any pet. As time passed I accepted the fact that I wouldn’t have the dog and even stopped to think about it. Once at my birthday my god-mother came and presented me a basket covered by the brown cloth with white embroidered flowers. When I took off the cloth, I saw a little puppy. He had a very kind and curious eyes like little buttons; he was white with red spots and his muzzle was like in a red mask. I named him Arney. He became my best and the most devoted friend. I took care of him: I fed him, washed and took for a walk twice a day. In return he made me laugh, saw off and met me after school. We even slept together. Many years Arney was a real member of our family. I couldn’t even think that there wouldn’t be Arney in my life. But everything has its end.
It was a usual spring day, it was warm and sunny, and it smelled of fresh green grass and turgid buds. I took Arney for a walk in the park, which was across the street. Nothing meant trouble; we played with a stick in the grass and were already going to return home. When suddenly a black cat appeared and Arney, barking clearly, followed her. It wasn’t the first time but then the cat ran out the busy street. At that moment a lorry went on the street, a cat slipped like a lightning but Arney didn’t manage to do it. The lorry disappeared but my Arney remained to lie on the road. The tears sprang from the eyes, I ran to him and heard a slow breath, and I took him and ran home. When mum opened the door she couldn’t believe her eyes. She wanted to call for a veterinary but it was late. My Arney died on my hands, I cried a lot over his little lifeless body my eyes rained tears. The pain of loss couldn’t be compared with anything. The worst day of my life took away my favourite pet.
ПЕРЕКЛАД
Кожна людина зберігає в своїй пам'яті подія, яке розбило його серце або залишило незгладимий слід в його душі - це був найгірший день у житті. Ось і у мене був такий день.
Все дитинство я хотіла собаку, але, на жаль, батьки були проти цього і знаходили мільйон відмовок, щоб не купувати мені вихованця. Згодом, я змирилася з тим, що у мене не буде собаки і навіть перестала про це думати. Але на мій день народження приїхала моя улюблена хрещена і подарувала мені кошик, накриту коричневої тканиною з вишитими білими квітами. Коли я підняла цю тканину, я побачила меленького цуценя. У нього був дуже добрий і цікавий погляд, очі як маленькі гудзики, шерстка біла з рудими плямами, а на мордочці, ніби руда маска. Я назвала його Арні. Він став моїм найкращим і найвідданішим другом. Я доглядала за ним, регулярно годувала, купала і вигулювала два рази в день. А натомість він веселив мене, проводжав і зустрічав зі школи. Ми навіть спали разом. Багато років Арні був членом нашої сім'ї. Я ніколи навіть не могла подумати, що мого улюбленого Арні не буде в моєму житті, але у всього є свій кінець.
Це був звичайний весняний день, було тепло і сонячно, пахло свіжою зеленою травичкою і набряклими нирками дерев. Ми з Арні пішли на ранкову прогулянку в парк, який був через дорогу. Нічого не віщувало біди, ми пограли в травичці з паличкою і збиралися додому. Як раптом повз нас пробігла чорна кішка і Арні, дзвінко гавкаючи, помчав за нею. Таке бувало і раніше, але на той раз кішка побігла через жваву дорогу. В той момент по дорозі їхала вантажівка, кішка прошмигнула як блискавка, а Арні не встиг. Вантажівка зник, а на дорозі лежав мій дорогий Арні. Сльози просто ринули з очей, я підбігла до нього і почула повільне дихання, взявши його на руки, я побігла додому. Коли мама відкрила двері, вона не повірила очам. Вона хотіла викликати ветеринара, але було вже пізно. Мій Арні помер у мене на руках, я довго плакала над його маленьким млявим тільцем, сльози лилися градом. Біль втрати незрівнянна ні з чим. Найгірший день в моєму житті забрав мого улюбленого вихованця.
